BDSM(1)

What is more beautiful than Dominance…Control…Rope…Submission…Devotion…

Jessica’s perfect form hung just inches from the floor at the slightest of angles, facing the skylight of his loft. Her back was gracefully arched, arms drawn back and down. Her inner wrists were joined behind her, two fists kissing each other, thumb lying beside thumb, and a series of well-spaced, ornate knots linked them to her secured ankles. One set of ropes supported her upper back,...Read On

Erotic Poems(28)

I wrote you once When we were new While my body still trembled From the first feel of you Your essence And mine Still creeping Down my inner thigh A short letter Of words meant to explain What I could not The weaknesses you created Immortalized By the stain of blue ink on white paper I wrote it in my most decorative script Scented with the pheromones Of my sex Sprinkled with...Read On

Your kind of love snaps The back like Whiplash claiming All of my attentions but Returns none with A quickness that is Slow in purpose and Easily teases with its torments repeatedly Placed on random parts of My skin already Hot and bothered I Cannot seem to recover with Any form of grace causing Me bouts of furious femininity that Results in the parting of my thigh's flesh so ...Read On

Just above the surface of my skin Is where your touch Begins Like a mist that crawls across overheated earth In the coolness of the morning air You feel the heat within me Rise Against your palms Stirring early sounds You smile I sigh Fine hairs stand Reaching For the magnetic pull of your hands And sway As you float over my flesh My body is already impatient And you have just begun ...Read On

This is not a love poem. Let us not insult each other By wasting pretty words Or precious time. We are not of the same cut As those romantics, Those who see eternity In the face of flowers. This muse has already, Willingly, Spread her legs, Allowed you to taste her sweetness, To feel the silkiness Of her petals Against your tongue, And pluck, Understanding that where there...Read On

I hate you, All who are like you. So, I keep you close In view Because that’s where enemies belong. That way I can watch The clarity of deep green eyes, Pupils that dilate and narrow With the subtle shift of your smile. I shall not be mesmerized By the quality of your laugh That echoes, The vibration of which Is feathery Like the warmth of your breath, The...Read On

it’s not easy being a girl/sometimes/cause you were born in a world that thinks you are second/when you can hear your own heart beat/when you have danced in the womb/when you have your own rhythm/you cry out at birth/your lungs fill with your own power/they say hush but they cannot quiet the beginning of a storm/you are the whirl wind they desire to control/they won’t let you call yourself...Read On

First There is restlessness A breeze across leaves Embers of need The glow of desire Crying for release Random notes Rhythms gathering A song just beyond my reach A humming I can’t quite place Couplets form You watch me I blush You wink I smile Feeling the whip of the wind I am a tree swaying A prelude Verses part clouds My hand grows warm within yours ...Read On

I never told you I was beautiful; I said no such thing. I simply smiled one day, Said hello. At that moment, The wind caught in my hair, Whipped ‘round me ‘till I landed in the right spot. Its power lifted my hem. I grinned with a thought; You grinned in recognition. Like magic, You beheld beauty. I never asked you to want me. I said no such thing. There was an...Read On

It is what the eye sees when it closes, what's behind the drawn lids. It is when the senses heighten and the dampness of heat can be felt by the fine hairs on the surface of your skin --hairs that stand and fall at their own bidding. Small sounds reach from behind the obvious and whisper in your inner ear. The words are in code, but your heart remembers the echo of the womb....Read On

I don't know when the days Became so long, And yet not long enough. When evening comes Darkness falls. Now, I face you And you face me, Still with a desire so strong That the air hums between us. It used to scream. But now it only whispers, With the accumulation Of responsibilities. We share this bed. Still, While deep in my dreams, My body is aware of you. By instinct it searches you out,...Read On

My body is overheated I am dripping melanin and honey My darkness bright and glistening Against your skin Aching for your tongue The pull of your lips The bite of your teeth Hot like lava pouring Red and burning With a heat that generates From my very center Reaches out to claim you And electrifies Where your hands touch Where your fingers feel Where my body tightens Around you No audible...Read On

Girl, why you cry’n ‘Cause he done let you go Spit you out Fucked you this way Pulled you that way And now your heart’s asunder I ought to slap you Just like he did Right up-side your head But harder You see the problem is You ain’t never been loved right Oh, you done loved You done gave of yourself To the point that you can’t give No more You done let him handle your Outside And rip you...Read On

There are moments Like this When you need more from me. You don’t just want my kisses, My roaming hands and tongue, My sweet words Whispered in your ear, Deep moans of satisfaction When you enter me, Slow grinds That intensify And tender cries Before you ease out. Eye to eye, Cheek to cheek, As we come effortlessly, Wrapped in our love, Secure in its warmth. ...Read On

I am fluent In many languages I communicate in many forms By the shift of my tongue The curve of my lips As they mouth the words Come to me With an intonation Specific to my melody A harmonious call issued A song of my heart The singing of my body Which I cannot control When you are near To find words That describe The sounds that I emit Fails When your...Read On

I want to tell you, Tell you about a woman’s love, Because the world does not know enough. There are few words sufficient in nature With meanings that can cover the depth Of what she gives When she chooses To open her arms, To soothe you from within And lets you enter her heart. It is what old, lonely men wish to whisper In the ears of their sons, So that they will know ...Read On

Be selfish with me My lover Look at this body Through the eyes Of your own narcissism Let it blind you no more Place your hand At the meeting of my thighs And firmly grip What you know drips For you Taste it Let your eyes bore through me As you force through gritted teeth The command The demand What you have yet to recognize as a plea "Mine" Let every muscle In your form Flex...Read On

I try to find the point At which you entered. But, there is no line Of demarcation For where my body begins And where yours ends, No great divide To direct the flow Of water that runs so deep. Nature is unprepared for the power That swells up within And shatters the rock. For what seems to be A subtle sway, A soothing current, Forms mountains and valleys, ...Read On

I'm going to dance And you You are going to watch As I let my hair down Ease slowly Out of everything That I was not born in I’m going to let these round hips Glide side to side Each muscle Each curve Beckoning you Speaking a language That whispers To your body Warms the skin Makes you break Into a sweat And forget To wipe your brow I'm going to move My ass ...Read On

You see I am a victim of impulse The sound of my own breathing Deafens all When the beat of my heart Hits a rhythm Only the other Recognizes First the senses The eyes, the mind, the soul For me there is no hope My existence has been predetermined You do not understand I just cannot help myself I fall willingly to my position Before him My body never adapted well ...Read On

Don't sigh Looking at your life While standing naked Bare Before mirrors Seeing your reflection Through his eyes Letting tears cloud Your own Someone Should have told you Long ago Should have taken your hand Touched your skin Sucked on your lips Whispered in your ear With heat Fueled by more than Passion's fire Now words are not enough Sounds die slowly In the face...Read On

Because it is in the quiet The darkest hour The night When sleep holds no lure My body calls for you Even the moon gives no comfort The stars no hope This ache stretches From arm to arm Top to bottom I toss and turn And touch Restless Too hot for comfort In need of your cover To make myself come Is a heartless tease Leaving me wanting you Harder Self love fails As...Read On

Such beauty is a gift from the Gods, that men so helplessly risk everything for.

All Greece hates Helen of Troy The azure of her eyes Embedded In a stone face The length of an outstretched hand Delicate To be kissed The lure of heart shaped lips With up turned corners Inherently hers To be given Like prized gifts At her will Desiring To sink a thousand ships As if they only Pass in the night For her there is no fucking Only the making ...Read On

I was just sitting there, Thinking of all the things I had not experienced, Feeling the ache of my own womanhood, A bud expanding, Unwrapping itself within me. My body’s first gift revealed. My skin moist in expectation From an inner heat, A ghost whispered across The surface of my skin. There was a tremor. I had no words to describe Longing, I did not yet understand ...Read On

He is A reflection Of my love Molten Like lava Poured into a soul The touch of Gods Branded across his forehead A chosen one My savior With a body Molded and sculptured To perfection Stretching across my bed The moonlight playing with Every groove and muscle In search of my body In need of my touch He is A warm mist Wrapping itself Around my lushness ...Read On

There is so much more To a first kiss Than just a kiss Less than a minute, more than a lifetime Always remembered A time stood still More than flesh meeting flesh Tongue entwined with tongue Much more than A polite hello A parting of the lips If it's good... a parting of the legs It steals your words Translates them into movement Into need for touch Issues an invitation An introduction ...Read On

If I were near you, Lying beside you, You would have awaken to the feel of my lips on your body, The pull of my tongue and the wonderings of my hands Devouring you, Me tasting the sweet saltiness that is my reward Sparing not a drop I would be the sun that rises to meet you. You would flourish fully in my light. I would have fitted myself against you perfectly, Spread...Read On

It started like a hum, First just a note, then two or three --A melody flowing. Your pin along the surface of my black body, Each curve, each point Even the spaces between the words, Were me. Each word, A mirror, A definition of myself That you drew. I felt your touch, The heat of your breath on my skin, A palpable thing. Your tongue On the tip of my...Read On

They will say that my sheets are in need of laundry. They see stains that will glow in purple light, the DNA of a long torso divided into sections forming individual boxes of sinew, of muscle. Moving. My small hands feeling the dampness at the curve of a massive back. Moving. Always moving, touching, adrift. A patch of fine hair trailing. Much like a cobweb of truths and lies,...Read On

Flash Erotica(1)

It felt like everything, every firm plain and sexy curve could be seen. Yet, she did not feel exposed or bared to the world. The suggestion was so subtle to the curious eye. The dress created desire, but actually revealed nothing. It was definitely expensive, the feel and look of the fabric made it obvious. The way it perfectly laid on her body made it work. It screamed class but whispered...Read On

Historical(3)

His need is specific. She is his woman. And, he is coming for what is his.

When he closed his eyes, no matter how slight, he could see the movement of her dark, golden skin against the paleness of his own. He could feel it and that was torture. He craved her touch and the mercy that it offered. A good fight in the heart of battle had always brought him great pleasure, great glory. That was where he belonged. Now, she was the only true delight of his heart, a...Read On

Iona was not sure how long she laid there. A pain in her chest made breathing exhausting. This pain moved through her body till everything ached. Tears were never a general thing with her; she cried till empty. This was worse than physical abuse; that could only break her back. This broke her spirit. Her spirit was her only pride. To her it had value. There were no memories without it. She...Read On

From that moment onward Iona sought out this Russ called Long Sword. The images he had spun created a need so great that she could physically feel the man she wanted most. With Iona’s exhaustive imagination, she could feel Kieren’s resting on top of her. The press of his awe-inspiring body against the softness of hers felt real—skin on skin, moist from exertion. Behind her closed eyes,...Read On

Interracial(10)

The tension between Russ and Iona was subtle and hardly detectable by others. To dwell on what had occurred was advantageous to no one. Of course, there was nothing that escaped the eyes of Brenna. She saw the looks and noticed the new formality between the two. The first moment of opportunity found Brenna scolding Long Sword. “I hope that you are satisfied with your betrayal, to both Iona...Read On

My body aches. It is an ache that reaches from my toes, toes that curled each and every time he made me come, to the follicles of my hair, hair he had wrapped around his thick fingers and pulled with such perfect timing. It hurt to even open my eyes, because opening them would mean that it was time for me to take my behind home. Speaking of my behind… Good Lord, this man and the things he...Read On

Now that they have found her, what in the hell are they going to do about it?

“For a homosexual to even have the gall to say that they experience the same type of discrimination as a black person is ridiculous! You can even walk in a room and no one can fucking know you are gay. But let my black ass walk into a room and what do you think someone sees. They see a black girl and all the misconceptions they have start whirling around in their head. And, they...Read On

Cara woke slowly, more lost in a dream than reality. Something was touching her on the inside, rubbing against that spot that made her catch her breath and see flashes of blinding light. The sound of her own throaty moans filled the corners of her mind. Visions of Adam and Gabriel came and faded. Adam’s teasing smile and gentle hands made her giggle. But, Gabriel… The visions of Gabriel...Read On

She never dreamed that she would be one of those type of girls. But, she was.

There was not a lot of people on the floor in the small area designated for dancing. After all, it was more of a bar designed for socializing. The area was barely even lighted. Alaina loved to dance. So when the guy that had definitely held her attention for most of the night asked her to dance, with that teasing smile of his, she did not hesitate. Before she knew it, she was grinding against...Read On

Sidney had no poker face. So, she had done the one and only other thing that could possibly explain why she was glowing and unable to stop smiling. She went shopping. “I’m home,” she called out, laughing at how she must look--kicking at the heavy, ornate door in an attempt to close it while balancing on the other foot. The delicate sound of her own voice echoed off the walls of the entry...Read On

She was on her knees. His cock, long, thick and perfectly formed, was in her hand. It was rock hard and curved upward. Her other hand ran across the tight stretch of skin over the muscles of his lower abdomen. For some strange reason, she knew that was a sensitive spot. She lifted him so that she could lick the surface of his scrotum, loving the feel against her tongue. Then she started at...Read On

Naomi arched her back, stretching her naked body out across the bed, relishing the feel of fine Egyptian cotton against her overly sensitive skin and missing the feel of Thomas. She could see the time on the clock beside the bed and groaned like a spoiled child. She had called twice Saturday and earlier today to check on her girls. Missing them, however, did not lesson her desire to stay...Read On

He looked out of the front window of the car, watching the rain and lost in thought. "I still have love for you," he said. "I just can't say that I'm in love with you." She on the other hand watched him, oblivious to anything else in this world. She could not remember not loving him. In spite of herself, she still did. "What does that mean? Are you 'in' love with her?" "Damn it Naomi,"...Read On

My dark, naked body slinks down the pale surface of yours, as I fall to my knees before you. The contrast of my skin against yours is our private aphrodisiac. I lick my berry colored lips in anticipation. I work your pants down, shoving them to your ankles. Grabbing the cuffs, in a swoop I pull them off. You didn't confine yourself today, as you often do. I laugh lightly. You make every thing...Read On

Love Poems(14)

Just because she doesn't cry, Doesn't mean a thing. What she's piddling with Is a hainted heart. Sometimes tears Can't cause a river Deep enough for a woman To dip her haint of a heart in --Not when she has lived too long In such a short time. What is the purpose of a tear If not to soothe? For her there is no soothing. A woman can grow dry Inside Like burnt leaves, Discarded among dead...Read On

You my love are so well read. And, you read me like no other. I was print Now I am the curls and curves of script Written across the sky. The words you speak reach out to me, As the movement of your lips hypnotize. Your heart’s sound next to mine Creates a loss of memory. I can feel nothing but The letters your tongue forms Against the delicate surface that is my skin. You...Read On

Come to me in my dreams My love In the night If you can For there I lie in the darkness With open arms Thighs Heart and kisses To be taken by What my hands reach for But are not allowed to touch At this moment You have me completely Every breath that I take Leaves me and enters you Pauses are induced By the continual movement Of your repeated ingress When you withdraw ...Read On

Some myths say that a Succubus was once an angel whose heart was broken.

He wants to save me With his sweetness Envelope me In the warmth of his love He sees a bird, rare A broken wing A hidden spirit Lost Caught in the fear Of possible flight With his prayers And the touch of his hands An infusion of his spirit The curve of his smile The music in his voice The feel of his heart Beating next to mine As he leads me in this dance ...Read On

My love for you is Sweetness Like honey suckled Directly from the comb Sweeter than sweet Unadulterated By exposure to mere air We lay upon raw silk Cleansed By the sweat of our own bodies Floating on the scent that intoxicates And the tastes that call us Back for more So sweet Is your touch That I am set anew Each time you reach For me Anticipation A fire spreading Beyond just heat...Read On

Now, That you have made love to me, Why do you withdraw? My light in this sea of darkness, That which flows around me And that which flows within, Why do you speak of endings When this is our beginning? Why do you issue warnings, Add addendums to explain That which is you? You and I need no excuses, No apologies, No confessions. Do you not know There are no souls Recognizable, Standing on...Read On

I wanted to write a poem for you. I've never written one before. I've seen that little book you keep, the cuts and pastes of your life, a collection of words. I've seen the pictures and the artful curve of your script. I've seen you nurture it when you thought there were no eyes. I want to be a part of your book. I want to be a part of your life. I look into your life. I...Read On

Reality is heavy Duty is steep Tell me a story To help me sleep It doesn’t need a hero A middle or an end Just start with the words And let us begin Give me fear And hate and pain Sometimes, crying Releases the strain Make me laugh And dance and sing Get lost in the music Forget every damn thing Give me love Passion that endures If only for one night ...Read On

One day he will find you He will be the one across the room Or behind you Out of view But you will feel him Your heart will flutter From recognition A familiarity A wish Beyond your comprehension You will remember Something you had not realized You missed He will look into your eyes You will see the rawness Of what he desires He will not blink Or hesitate ...Read On

I am bathed in my own morals My heart broken On the curve of the beach In the damp sand Where the water rises to greet And then slips silently away Ebbs and flows Under the oblivious light of the moon The wind fingers my hair But offers no arms I am alone with my losses And my pains So subjective Is regret An ache that progresses Once it states its claim It clamps down on the...Read On

How do you know when the senses lie And the heart deceives? It is only a mere smile thrown in your direction, A manipulation of phrases Already heard That quickens your pulse. And yet, His name dances off your lips. What words are not spoken when eyes meet And lock permanently together? What static flows between two warm willing bodies And stands hair on its end? How do...Read On

I am a lover of words. I like What they do to my tongue. Each letter Whispers its own tune To me, When spoken together A song. Like love, How it opens the lips, Extends the tongue, Closes with a kiss, Sounds hopeful. How the letter O, When accentuated, Can leave you breathless. The entire face must work together To form it. Fuck…feel...fight…fun… How do...Read On

It is not always necessary To be in the presence Of the one that makes your heart beat faster The one that ignites your passions Defines your needs Whose touch remains Long after his body has departed It is nice to know that he simply exists Is somewhere That in a limitless world Your One has come forward And places himself in your path Meets your eyes Does not blink ...Read On

What I tell you in the darkness… That which starts in syllables Whispers and cries A combination of agony and ecstasy Dream and reality When my body is wrapped around yours Every inch of me sensitive to the feel of you Skin on skin The inner me open and bare My nectar escaping With an ever flow of satisfaction you have erupted When the source of my glow is you And the hum of our...Read On

Love Stories(1)

When you love an artist, you are taken beyond whatever you were before he claimed you.

When you love an artist, sometimes you feel as if you are loving alone. The love they have for their art wells up inside of them, expands and nothing else can remain. That is what makes them what they are, extraordinary, with gifts that only God can hand out. Then there are times when the love they have for you becomes focused. It is overwhelmingly beautiful and beyond the imagination. When...Read On

Quickie Sex(1)

If there was a magical door to his raw emotion, she had stepped through. There would be no escape.

“Get your fucking hands off me,” Regan demanded, trying to reclaim her arm. Her step-brother’s grip was like steal. Out of nowhere, he had grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off the dance floor like a rag doll. “Be still,” Ian ordered. The defined line of his jaw was set and its muscle flexed. Having made it off the dance floor and away from the mass of people, he finally turned to...Read On

Supernatural(1)

There was something so familiar. This was not the first time she had looked into the intensity of those ice grey eyes, Asia was certain of it. Who could forget such a hauntingly unique color, the distinct clarity, the way they seemed to bore through her and create a rush that could only be compared to actual physical intimacy. The fact that he was a stranger and on the opposite end of the...Read On